Broken Birds

By Maria Tucciarone

Broken Birds is an opus dedicated to the broken-hearted. Its scathing language and acrimonious tone is reflective of a human heart which has been crushed in spirit. It journeys through anger, disbelief, bitterness and sadness, yet sometimes ventures toward forgiveness and resignation. Anyone who has ever experienced the intensity of a pulverized heart may herein find a sonnet that speaks to them. The sarcasm contained within Broken Birds is not for the faint-hearted, but hopes to heal the soul with sympathy. A few convivial sonnets and occasional satirical, wry humor help to lighten the dark mood of Broken Birds.

Poetry can be cathartic and therapeutic. Whether structured sonnets, flowing free verse, lyrical odes, jaunty limericks or brief contemplative haiku, poetry has served to encapsulate the gamut of emotion experienced by humankind and makes us feel like were not alone. Take it slow, savor the syllables and the rhythmic beat of the meter as you allow the poems to ricochet within your mind. Peruse these pages and let the author commiserate with you through the written word as you ignite your own renaissance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: May 13, 2015
• ISBN: 9781490759623

Maria Tucciarone

Maria Tucciarone is the author of a collection of sonnets: In Shakespeare’s Shadow. Broken Birds is her second book of sonnets. Broken Birds resonates with keen imagery and intense emotion. Her pungent language and caustic humor is sure to strike a chord with any reader who has been laden with a broken heart. She has peppered in a few felicitous sonnets to give the reader a reprieve from melancholy. As in her first book, her love for puns, acrostics, double entendre and innuendo will intrigue the most sleuthful reader or wordsmith. As a former English teacher, Maria Tucciarone once again shares her passion for iambic pentameter and includes an acrostic sonnet, a nod to her literary hero, William Shakespeare. Her poetry has received Commendation in the 2009 Margaret Reid Poetry Prize for Traditional verse. She resides in Richmond, Virginia with her husband and two children.

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BROKEN BIRDS

Maria Tucciarone

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

1… Thank you, mortals, who have broken my heart

2… I’m not the quiet girl, silence entombed

3… You are a part of me and I’m in you

4… Odd humans celebrate their day of birth

5… For a while you were mine and I was yours

6… I didn’t know, in my midst, lurked a thief

7… At first I thought your love was heaven sent

8… Like dripping honeycomb, Partners for life

9… My story began once upon a time

10… You’ve been known to love a homely project

11… I’ve caught you driving past my house at night

12… You still pierce through my thoughts, invade my mind

13… How many lines must I write? How much verse?

14… Be patient, love, he’s not your true-blue match

15… I know you by heart ~ that’s a quirky phrase

16… In the sun old pictures become faded

17… As I drive through town, I search for your car

18… Out of a field of one thousand flowers…

19… True love crept in where false prospects once dwelled

20… Finally you have come to realize

21… Notice the green monster lurking within

22… Should I write with a quill, I’d pen with blood~

23… It’s true; I wear my heart upon my sleeve

24… I so miss March, I wonder where she’s gone

25… Your salacious hunger for attention

26… No more fireflies, no more serenity

27… Why did I trust the awning of your brow?

28… I fell awake at the cite of your name

29… Before she’s immersed, you have her numbers

30… Joy slipped out the back door of my fair globe

31… The stench of your putrid deeds still linger

32… We stood up for you, yet you let us down

33… Woke up this morning to a gloomy day

34… You are welcome to my old hand-me-downs

35… Your advertised love was written in chalk

36… It’s like you’re my very own flesh and blood

37… No, my rival did not play hard to get

38… "There is no handle outside of the heart,

39… You held our hearts hostage for eighteen years

40… A calendar of days passed since I’ve slept

41… You cooed, I don’t want you out of my life.

42… At last, you got your comeuppance well-served

43… My face has fallen, my heart is broken ~

44… A word of thanks to those I’ve left behind

45… I must admit, I spread myself too thin ~

46… Words brushed like painted rainbows in the sky

47… You will long for the love I’ll soon receive

48… I’m raising adults not children, you heard

49… My poor heart’s been broken so many times

50… At times I wish I was like some of you

51… Your insincere lips may imprint my hind

52… Unlucky leprechaun with meager charm

53… This world to him must have been sorrow-filled

54… Oh, that you were a clone of former self!

55… No need to break the dictionary’s spine

56… In my tattered heart, your love I could hem

57… My inward parts with bitterness do churn

58… The power of forgiveness shakes my core

59… For the first time in well-over a year

60… For your wrongs, on my lips, pardon is perched

61… Hello, you whisper with a smile most faint

62… A fierce barnacle adheres to our ship

63… Not too long ago we all dwelled in peace

64… From my fingers through my nerve filament

65… I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop